She sighed and leaned back as my hands ran down her neck.“This is nice.” She sighed, pulling her tee shirt up over her head.She tilted her head ba...ck and I kissed her as my hands roamed her smooth shoulders and breasts, scraping her protruding nipples.She lifted one short shapely leg, and set her foot on the table. She was wearing tight pants and trainers. No makeup or girly accessories, but she didn’t need them to be utterly desirable to me.I took off her shoe, then the other. I sat opposite. ”Tess’ stomach lurched. Shit, this really was for real, somehow, in some warped parallel universe. But she hadn’t really consented to anything; she hadn’t believed it was for real.Basher continued. “But since you’ve dithered so, we want to make doubly sure. In addition to which, you were pretty drunk when you did it, which makes the whole consent thing a bit iffy. We need you to sign this consent form.” He waved the piece of paper in his hand.Consent form? That was both worrying and a bit of a. The bastard. My outrage must have shown on my face, because he stopped smiling extremely quickly. 'Laura, calm down.' He didn't get any further. Anyone who knows me well knows never to tell me to calm down when I'm angry. And not to say what he said next. 'God, you're beautiful when you're angry.'I stared at him, hands on my hips, for a full minute. I wanted to choose my words carefully. 'You installed a spy camera. You didn't tell me you had installed a spy camera. I have just watched us. After all you delivered both me and my mother to this world.’ ‘That I did,’ agreed the old healer woman. ‘Tobi, when you are done with the windows, will you hand our helpful friend the herbs I made you pack yesterday?’ ‘Yes, grandma,’ said the beetle-boy, and finished shutting, shuttering, and draping the last window. ‘If I can find it,’ he commented insecurely squinting out at the dark room. Valo’s mate opened the door and let in sunlight for the beetle-boy’s eyes. ‘Thank you,’ said the.